Chapter Six: Welcome Home - Part Two

~If you are reading this, then realize that you are reading the "Chapter Six" for the old version of "Moment of Darkness." As of this moment, everything is being updated and fixed and the new plot lines are completely different. Thank you all for reading though, :) ~

(There will be a part three, just an fyi)

     My feet remained planted as I stared through the door, watching a familiar scene play itself out. The figures I remembered happened to be a small family of five, hobbling up to a very familiar bus. From my angle, now I could see how charred their gray skin looking, and how waxed over with pus it was. The youngest boy wandered about without an eye, and the mother staggered about with a twisted ankle. The fact most scarring of the picture were that of their clothing – smoking and blackened, and in some parts, falling off as they walked.

     A girl, looking slightly older than the youngest, lumbered up to the boy and offered him a small growl. In turn he snarled that of his own, as though it were a simple greeting call. They climbed the small hill together, moving up towards the road where a rusty yellow bus churned over. Two taller figures followed them, along with one medium-sized who trailed slightly behind. Together they gathered out in front of the road, creating a vile scenario for a road bump.

     The brakes on the bus squealed like a malicious dinner bell, but as the bus roared to a stop it became evident that it had been moving at a speed too fast. It roared over the smallest, and covered the girl halfway. The tallest figures had the perfected distraught look of parents – blank and expired. If they were normal, I would have naturally assumed that they were both going to pull one another into the other's arms and begin to cry. Instead, they lumbered up to the bus, pondering it, and then charged up brown, wrinkled steps.

     The demons attacked the first thing in sight which just so happened to be Margaret, our bus driver. As the father sunk rotten teeth into the soft flesh surrounding her neck, the bus erupted into chaos. The shrill cries of the young echoed about the bus, which only angered the foe. He tore away at the skin, falling apart in his clutches. We drew his attention quickly, and he turned to face us, the rusty crimson dribbling from his mouth like a foul drool. Dissatisfied with his first victim, he moved onto the others, charging at the youngest like they were the best dinner snacks.

     The mother with a singed skull and nearly devoid of clothing clambered onto the bus behind him. Her empty eyes captured the movement of panicked bodies, rushing for the exit. Her mind registered the feeling of dread in the atmosphere and that this was just another game of cat and mouse. Her hands dug into the seats as she barreled over them, reaching for people to sink yellowed teeth in. A small child was quickly overpowered as she bit into his ankle, blood beginning to ooze from the mess. The daughter and the son moaned as they roared onto the bus, grabbing the innocents and ripping into their flesh. The ravenous hunger belonging to that of the family pulsed throughout their souls, but their thirst could never be satisfied. The bus was filled with an unrelenting death that would not be soothed until every last person had been done away with.

     As I stood in the doorway, this is all what I saw before I had to turn away, immediately knowing the rest. With a quick, deliberate movement, I slammed the door shut, hoping that everything would just go away. Instead, I was transferred into my memory, standing inside of the bus with a heavenly dead hugging me like a dirty blanket. I heard an immense growl and felt hands grab at me, and then a terrible scream. I could only stand and stare like a fool as I watched my best friend die for a second time.

     Others reached for me as I was ripped away again by Silas, that warm summery breeze that I so desperately missed. I followed with fierce adrenaline coursing through my veins as we appeared at the rear exit, the door swinging open. This time however, I noticed sharp yellow sparks flying from his fingertips as the red latch swung up, allowing us outside. Inquisitively, I continued through my memory, being tossed out the back and twisted my ankle once more.

     The moment I landed however, the scene changed from memory to nightmare.